I've just handed in my too weak notice.
A snooker table
Told her if they did, I didn’t see them.
"Yeah" the dad replied, "I liked them too."
My boss just can't taller eight it
He challenged me and asked me to name 3 songs. I told him "I'm sorry. I only know One"
To mount the other end would be a catastrophe.
.....because he only comes once per year.
...she's on Catkins."
(one of these days my wife's eyes are gonna get stuck in the eye-rolling position)
He said it was like shooting fish in apparel.
But eventually I came around.
"Oh, they're just a hyper-lynx."
A hippopotamus's shadow.
He was a cheetah
Grizzly looks perplexed and replies "Ive had them all my life"
It's just water under the fridge.
It was too confusing though. Everyone was like, "what's ursine?"
Son that's called a Plateau, it's the highest form of flattery known to man.
She said she didn't know, so I said roughly.
So in a deep voice she said "I DON'T KNOOOOW"
I thought to myself, how the f**k am I supposed to pick it up?
It's called "I Don't Want a Snot for Christmas"
Now its a trans-script
It’s never been beaten.
When an eel bites your hand, And that's not what you planned, That's a moray.
When our habits are strange, And our customs deranged, That's our mores.
When your horse munches straw, And the bales total four, That's some more hay.
When Othello's poor wife Becomes stabbed with a knife, That's a Moor, eh?
When a Japanese knight Uses his sword in a fight, That's Samurai.
When your sheep go to graze In a damp marshy place, That's a moor, eh?
When your boat comes home fine And you tie up her line, That's a moor, eh?
When you ace your last tests Like you did all the rest, That's some more "A"s!
In New Zealand you see An aborigine, That's a Maori.
Alley Oop's homeland has A space gun with pizzazz, That's a Moo Ray.
A comedian ham, With the name Amsterdam, That's a Morey.
When your chocolate graham, Is so full and so crammed, That s'more, eh.
When you've had quite enough, Of this dumb rhyming stuff, That's "No more!", eh?
That is all ...
I don’t even know where the Minneapolis!
It’s growing on me
Because they could elope.
No wonder they call him the Sassquatch.
Now I'm wanted for tacks fraud.
Butt weight....That's not fanny.
I lost track of all of space and thyme